One hundred eleven and not in heaven <br />Go where kilns can bake or leaven? <br /> <br />Me, thinks I hear a little bell <br />In a kind of just parallel <br /> <br />A southern welcoming grace <br />Jalapeño Tea-cakes …laced <br /> <br />Perhaps, calling all <br />With pale bits of Saul <br /> <br />Old farts to high tea <br />Washed down with rude litanies <br /> <br />And the current showings at the FU Theater <br />Thoughts of grace no longer on the meter <br /> <br />The horned one, not at all the wise <br />Thinks it is more important to chastise <br /> <br />Trashes un-guided lambs graces <br />But no matter, he ended up in one of those southern places... <br /> <br /> <br />Slippery Slope, Tennessee <br />May 22,2006<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calling-old-farts-to-high-tea-rhyming-couplets/
